Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 627 - 625 Sword Wind

[Clean Hit!]

[Clean Hit!]

[Clean Hit!]

Three lines indicating [Outstanding Attack] clearly appeared above the arena, and on the LCD screen, a prompt displayed [Passionate Swordsman scores three points].

In Li Ang's perception, the wind above the arena was not just wind. It was intermingled with a large amount of nearly imperceptible, paper-thin energy. These invisible wind blades spiraled at high speed around the Voodoo Black Witch Clan's One-armed Giant, gradually drawing closer. Carrying a howling sound, they sliced towards vital areas, tearing open gashes on the One-armed Giant's body.

Little Brother Dao must have used some skill that made him invisible in the wind, or he has become entirely elemental, immune to physical damage while also capable of attacking the enemy.

Li Ang silently thought, However, the energy fluctuations on the opponent's body are not weak, not inferior to Little Brother Dao's at all. Having been stabbed so many times, his blood flowed freely as if it cost nothing, seemingly unaffected. Wait, that is...

The One-armed Giant, Ogun Mula, stood there in a daze, his feet soaking in a pool of black-red blood, his body riddled with wounds, appearing to feel no pain at all.

A cold laugh came from the corner of the hall where the Voodoo Black Witch Clan was seated. Li Ang turned his head and noticed those dark-skinned Wizards just coldly watching, with mocking smiles playing on their lips.

"What's happening! Has contestant Ogun Mula given up?" Narrator Spitzer Vegan stared wide-eyed, roaring incredulously, "Why is he just standing there?"

"Look at the wind!" Narrator Abdel exclaimed. "The wind surrounding Ogun Mula has also retreated on its own! You know, every action of the contestants in the arena is observed by the System, and the System, acting as the referee, hasn't declared the Passionate Swordsman as having left the arena. This means he is still on the stage, and this gale is his method of attack. Could it be that he has noticed something unusual?"

Before he finished speaking, an anomaly indeed occurred in the arena—

The black-red pool of blood at Ogun Mula's feet was whipped into ripples by the gale but did not splatter into droplets. Instead, it gradually solidified, growing upward and extending like black-red coral, crystallizing into tangible forms.

DING DING DING DING DING—

The outermost crystalline blood coral was completely severed by the invisible wind blades, like cutting leeks. Caught by the wind's momentum, they whirled around the arena, disintegrating in midair into countless particles of powder and spreading evenly within the gale. For a moment, the entire arena was shrouded in the sparkling dark-red sandstorm, a remarkably beautiful sight.

A clamor arose from the audience seats, and the Watcher's Society's photography team beneath the arena was drenched in sweat. The two Narrators hesitated for less than half a second, then immediately began their professional commentary.

"Contestant Ogun Mula seems to have withstood the first wave of damage! He splashed his own blood from the wounds, then solidified the blood spread across the arena, integrating the powdered blood into the wind stirred up by the Passionate Swordsman!" Narrator Spitzer Vegan said in a deep voice, "It is known that the members of the Voodoo Black Witch Clan are adept at using blood-related witchcraft. This must be his strategy."

"That's right," Narrator Abdel agreed. "If you can't see or touch your opponent, the first priority is to bring them back to the same plane of existence as yourself."

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Thuds resounded from within the bloody sandstorm as if some heavy object was smashing against the arena's ground.

Within his Dragon Head Mask, Li Ang's eyes narrowed slightly. Any external probing using Divine Power or the like was prohibited in the arena. Relying on his eyesight alone, he could only vaguely see the One-armed Giant charging wildly across the arena, swinging his Meteor Hammer back and forth, crushing the brick and stone ground.

DING—

At last, the Meteor Hammer's spike grazed an object within the sandstorm. The gale in the arena suddenly weakened, and a slender figure flew across the air, crashing heavily onto the arena ground with a thud, carving a long trail.

"Critical Hit! Down!" Spitzer Vegan exclaimed excitedly. "The competitor Ogun Mula from the Voodoo Black Witch Clan just executed a perfect attack and successfully knocked down his opponent, the Passionate Swordsman! Now, the sky above the arena clearly displays that he has scored seven points. With just three more, he could claim victory in this match."

Wanli Fengdao, sprawled on the ground, appeared rather disheveled. One lens of his sunglasses was shattered, his hair was full of sand, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Even the Dragon Slaying Long Sword in his hand trembled and wailed faintly.

Li Ang silently thought, That One-armed Giant must have evenly scattered his blood into Little Brother Dao's wind, using the energy fluctuations and distribution of the blood powder to lock onto Little Brother Dao's precise location. A good idea. The Voodoo Black Witch Clan, apart from being adept at voodoo witchcraft, also excels at creating puppets from living creatures or corpses. The corpse puppets' resistance to impact is extremely strong; they can only be completely destroyed by smashing their heads or incinerating their bodies. Wanli Fengdao's first wave of attacks didn't sever the opponent's head. Now, relying solely on swordplay, he will likely find it difficult to directly defeat such a resilient opponent.

Thud, thud, thud—

The One-armed Giant, Ogun Mula, gave Wanli Fengdao no chance to catch his breath. Amidst the cries of the two Narrators, his incredibly heavy body charged like a tank towards Wanli Fengdao. The Meteor Hammer in his hand spun rapidly, tearing through the air as it smashed downward.

In the blink of an eye, while Wanli Fengdao was still lying on the ground, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. His right hand swiftly turned the Dragon-Slaying Sword's hilt. He aimed the tip of the blade toward the edge of a pit on the arena floor and jabbed it down firmly. The blade, enshrouded in a lustrous green Sword Qi, did not penetrate the stone. Instead, the force of the impact pressed against it, bending the longsword almost into a semi-circle. This longsword, named "Dragon-Slaying," had accompanied Wanli Fengdao through thick and thin. Imbued with Sword Qi of different attributes, it could possess various characteristics.

HUM—

As the Sword Qi turned a deep blood red, the Dragon Slaying Long Sword began to vibrate at a high frequency. The arc-bent blade sharply snapped straight, providing thrust to forcefully propel Wanli Fengdao out of the pit, allowing him to narrowly avoid the descending Meteor Hammer.

BANG!

Shattered stones flew like shrapnel, and the whole arena seemed to tremble for a moment.

The man in board shorts landed lightly on the ground, which was scattered with broken stones and blood coral. Wanli Fengdao soared into mid-air, his gaze locking with the slowly turning One-armed Giant. Through the Giant's torn burlap mask, Wanli Fengdao looked into its pale, murky eyes, seeing his own reflection in its pupils.

In his hand, the longsword unexpectedly flared with an orange Sword Qi. Wanli Fengdao, using the momentum of his descent, thrust the longsword diagonally downward.

The blade deftly pierced the One-armed Giant's eye socket, without stirring a speck of dust.

SPURT—

Half the sword blade pierced through the burlap head covering. Dark, tainted blood dripped from the blade's tip, mixing with the sand and stones.

The One-armed Giant trembled all over. His legs gave way, and his massive body sank to its knees in slow motion, stirring up a little dust and sand.

"Huff, huff..."

Wanli Fengdao's chest heaved violently. He readjusted the broken half of his sunglasses and looked at the Giant. Even kneeling, the Giant was nearly as tall as him. Wanli Fengdao emotionlessly gripped the hilt and slowly pulled the Dragon Slaying Long Sword out of the opponent's eye socket.

[K.O!]

Large letters belatedly materialized in the air above the arena. However, the audience below, along with the two Narrators at the commentary booth, were all still captivated by that deceptively calm strike, until Wanli Fengdao wiped the blood from his blade on the Giant's shoulder and silently walked off the stage. Only then did a cheer loud enough to lift the roof erupt throughout the hall.